Page 40 of One Night Only
I breathe slowly, thinking of the showers after practice, thinking of our captain, Rusty, and his hairy fucking ass. Thinking of the hamper in the locker room after a game, full of sweaty, disgusting jerseys. Thinking of the skid marks some gross fucker left in the toilet on the team plane last week. Literally anything. The most disgusting shit to stop myself from coming in my pants right now and ruining this for her.
“You wanna come, Goldie?” I coo, looking up at her beautiful face, flushed with need.
“Yes.” She bites down hard on that perfectly plump bottom lip.
“Do you want my fingers?” I whisper against her ear, gently tugging her lobe between my teeth. “Or my mouth?”Please say my mouth. Please say my fucking mouth.
When she doesn’t answer, I pull back just enough to get a good look at her because her silence is unnerving. When she won’t meet my eyes, I know something’s up.
“Goldie?” I press, my tone a little demanding. “Look at me and use your words, baby.”
“I want your—” Licking her lips, she glances momentarily at my mouth before finally meeting eyes. “Your fingers.”
Narrowing my eyes, I study her a moment longer. “I don’t know if I believe you…”
I push my tongue into her mouth with slow, determined licks, similar to how I might lick her pussy if she’d let me. Whenher hips buck in response, I can’t stop myself from smirking against her lips.
“Are you sure you want my fingers, baby?” I whisper, tracing her bottom lip with my tongue before thrusting inside her mouth once more.
She moans.
“I think you want this,” I murmur, lashing at her tongue with my own.
“Yes,” she pants as a frustrated groan tumbles from the back of her throat when I pull away from her.
“It’s okay, baby.” I chuckle at her contradicting sounds, kissing my way down the curve of her neck. “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good.”
Her fingers tear at the longer lengths of my hair as I tease the trigger point at the base of her neck, flicking it with my tongue, but when I shift, my hands gripping her thighs to move her off me and onto her back, she stops me with words I was not fucking expecting.
“I’ve never done this before!”
I freeze, pulling back to gauge her, momentarily confused.
She closes her eyes tight, ducking her head in an attempt to bury her face into my neck, but I don’t let her.
“Uh-uh, Goldie. Use your words.” I hold her back, studying her.
She looks anywhere but at me, an adorable tinge of pink climbing its way up her neck and onto her cheeks.
I know she’s not going to say it, so as much as the thought pisses me off, I ask the question instead. “Have you never had anyone go down on you before?”
She meets my eyes, and I see the answer right there in her beautiful golden gaze.
“What about… yourex?” I’m fully aware I’m incredulous, but can you fucking blame me? She was with the guy for what? Eight years?
“He didn’t—” She shakes her head quickly, averting her eyes again. “He didn’t do that.”
Anger coils inside of me and honestly, all I can do is stare at her. Because I’m at a fucking loss. Here is this beautiful, sexy as hell thirty-five-year-old woman perched on my lap, telling me she’s never had a man eat her pussy, not even the man she was going to marry.
“Look, it’s fine,” Emily finally says, trying to brush off my shock. “Let’s just forget it.”
When she tries to scramble off of me, I grab her waist and hold her possibly a little too tight, my fingers digging into her to keep her right where she is because over my dead fucking body are we going to justforgetit.
“You ain’t goin’ nowhere darlin’,” I utter, steadying her with a hard look that makes her stop struggling, her eyes flaring at my tone. “Not until I’ve made you come at least three times on my tongue.”
CHAPTER 18
DALLAS
